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[Chorus: JID]

I shot the sheriff

Killed the deputy, spared the reverend

Smack your parents, split the marriage

Snatch the necklace, he went to Jared's

I'm with the four-fifth, the pistol carriage

I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel

I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel

I point it right at you, I point it right at you

[Verse: JID]

Back up, that's a warning shot

Next niggas gettin' domed and dropped

And niggas beefin' on their phone and plottin'

And I can see you really love hip-hop

Well I can make you meet Biggie and Pac

Tell 'em how the game miss 'em a lot

So if you thinkin' it's an issue, it's not

People entitled to opinions they got

You're a product of the friends you got

So if you're poppin' shit then your friend get shot

At the eight or nine or ten o'clock

But when it pop in his top and he drop, let it rock

I been on the fuckin' star track like Spock

Glock clocked on the block, workin' on my chakra

It's been the same since a runny nose with the snot

And my niggas run into your home with the choppa

Gimme what you got, do you really want the problem?

Tryna make a milli off the rock, but them cracks in the chicken

Nigga, pot, watch it, nigga, watch

Niggas on the block spit bones in the pocket

Lil partner was poppin', finna hit him with the rocket

Yeah, your main bitch was prolly tryna top me

'Cause I'm handsome, I'm fly, and a fungi like shiitake

Nigga, you really jockin' tryna Andy Milo-knock me

I'ma rock it, hell nah, pulled up on the [?]

My nigga told me,

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[Chorus: JID]

I shot the sheriff

Killed the deputy, spared the reverend

Smack your parents, split the marriage

Snatch the necklace, he went to Jared's

I'm with the four-fifth, the pistol carriage

I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel

I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel

I point it right at you, I point it right at you

[Verse: Erick the Architect]

Money be the motivation

This the kinda of payment that forever be indebted to you

Send you to the medical

Was reachin' the pistol on the pedestal, the metal

Got a blicky on the end, gotta win with the JID

Dug with the jugg, dug with the crooks

Heard he loose with the jar but I love the way it looks

My mind's in the matrix, underground

But my mind talks in the basement

Way I got my patience up, I'ma keep the kid close

Not about the insults, boutta throw my dawg

Thank those for the info

You should see the ten, bro the tens on

Run the gang, with the purple rain like the Prince song

Finicky, niggas change waves for the industry

Listen to me tellin' on the way for the enemy

On the way, did you see the wave? And it's killin' you

Pull up the anchor for the day that we sent it to you

Incinerate the main ones, the flame on

Got the prophet in my pocket, not obliged to the process

So how they poppin'? I got some options

My optic start a mosh pit up in the projects

Apostles, like the top two, hit the volume

I'm all black, now record that, not a costume

Zombies, the real ain't vomit, while you require it

Remind me, just run it by me, them niggas grimy

[Chorus: JID]

I shot the sheriff

Killed the deputy, spared the reverend

Smack your parents, split the marriage

Snatch the necklace, he went to Jared's

I'm with the four-fifth, the pistol carriage

I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel

I give you the click-click, I look in the barrel

I point it right at you, I point it right at you